Bakugou Hair Novels & Stories

God. My hair was wild. Not the cute, effortless kind of wild either. No, this was full-on crazy wild. My light brown strands were poking out in every direction like they'd been in a wind tunnel. I looked like someone who’d just fought frontline in a war and then passed out face-first into ditch. Or maybe just a girl who’d been thoroughly fucked.

As he held it up, I saw the entire section of hair was now black. I took the strand from him, my fingers running over it as if it were a piece of paint I could smudge away. But it wasn’t like paint. It was my hair, and I was stunned. How did she manage to do this? “How on earth did that happen?” Darius asked, holding the strand and playing with it absentmindedly before letting it fall gently on my shoulder. “I don’t remember seeing this before; I have a pretty good memory.” “It wasn’t like that,” I admitted, struggling to find the right words. “It’s just not my style.” Hugo had black hair, which made us stand out as twins.

Show your hair, her omega whispered, they can be trusted. Anastasia still trusted her omega, and because of that, she started unwrapping the scarf that covered her head. She swiftly unwrapped her hair in one go, the silver locks falling around her face messily. She couldn’t bear to look at them so she kept her eyes on the ground. Ruffling her hair as she tried to make it look kind of appealing. An audible gasp was heard, making her head snap to their direction. They looked at her like they were in wonder. Her hair was completely unique, no dye could color one's hair like this.

She walked out of her office only to meet the rider outside. "Yes," she scrunched her face, not remembering if she ordered anything. He nodded and took out a nice pink and white branded bag that said Baddie's Hair. She thanked him, looking through the bag. She didn't see a note or anything. "Look who does not have a man. Hairs from this brand are mad quality and expensive," Amanda said, trying to look at it. Christiana smiled, seeing the blonde wig. She remembered telling James she was going to buy one soon, but she didn't think he listened since he was kind of sleepy that night.

“I am Alpha Vektor, my queen. This is my beta Susanne and my gamma Ambrose.” "It's nice to meet everyone." I said I could feel their hurt, anger and hatred for the people of Lygion. I watched them all and noticed they looked like well bred savages. Their hairstyles made them look like vikings from the tale of the Scandinavian era. The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist.

Bren had gone a step further and actually given her a proper hairstyle. Ava’s long hair now fell down her back in layers, making it look much fuller and giving it movement. Her shaggy bangs had been cut into curtains that framed each side of her face, and still adequately covered her scar. Bren had curled her hair into chunky ringlets and pulled half of it up into a perky ponytail, while the rest flowed freely in russet waves.

“Where is your hair?” The simple and straightforward question made Jian Jianan’s heart tremor. She then produced a tied-up strand of hair from her bag. “It’s here. Listen, my hair is very precious to me. I now pass it to you as a gift. You must keep it well so when I am old, and all my hair has fallen out, you can bring this out again for me to wear as a wig!” Watching Jian Jianan still have the mood to smile, Gu Mocheng felt enraged. If he had not restrained himself to the extreme, he would strangle the girl in front of him!

Akiko asked when she saw a familiar long-haired teen wearing a Chinese robe. Liu Feng had an odd hair tie bobble, and it took her a while to recognise what they were. “You know, I knew you weren’t tall, but I didn’t think you’d be this petite. When was the last time you cut your hair? It’s touching, almost touching your waist.” Stunned, the Death Princess faltered in her step. “Y-you can see?”

I retorted while gently twisting her arm. "Ahhh…!?" The girl was forced to let go of her knife because of the pain. Still grabbing her arm, I removed her hood; it revealed her beautiful, long scarlet hair. It doesn't seem like a wig, but I can't really tell whether it is a wig or not. Nevertheless, not one of the seven students that I memorized earlier has this kind of hairstyle or hair colour. … I'm sure of it— these people aren't them. "…What are you idiots doing!?" The girl screamed. "Shoot him already…!"

The young girl of about 5 years sat still on the wooden chair as the woman's finger walked around her thick afro hair. Cutting some hair apart, she braided them downwards and let the dark braids fall on the girl's neck. She was making a popular hairstyle"All Back". She cut out another part of the young girl's hair and swiftly but carefully braided the hair downwards. Her fingers were strong yet soft on the young girl's scalp which made her very comfortable with having her mother make her hair.